Donald Ronald Rumple Suite

© 2016 by P Michael Biggs

Donald Ronald Rumple Suit

He was a brute of a brute

He wore a suit that wasn’t cute

It was a suit made of fruit

Donald Ronald Rumple Suit

He wasn’t cute in his rumpled suit

In school Donald Ronald was not astute

In his suit made of fruit

Donald Ronald Rumple Suit

On a computer he could not compute

He didn’t give a hoot

About how to compute

So he could not execute

When his computer would not compute

He feared the plug would electrocute

He didn’t reboot, he stopped his pursuit

He was not very astute

Donald Ronald Rumple Suit

Had a case of acute brain uproot

His suit made off fruit

Began to pollute

The smell was acute

Some tried to uproot

This suit made of fruit

Donald Ronald Rumple Suit

Was stripped of his suit made of fruit

And there he stood absolute

He was naked

No more Donald Ronald Rumple Suit

Man of Talent

© 2016 by P Michael Biggs

If you’ve got talent, that’s good

Let the boyhood grow into manhood

Have you considered how should

You use all that good

You should, my friend, you should

So you’ve got talent, they say

Remember you’re a man of clay

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

In all your dealings be just

You’ve got talent. I’m glad

Let’s hope it’s not just a fad

Use it as a launching pad

And go find other skills to add

Remember wherever you go

Whether in rain or snow

Be a man of good deeds

Be a man who leads

Be a model of one who succeeds

What Is God Up To

© 2015 by P Michael Biggs

What is God up to?

Does he know I’m blue?

I have the flu

And I can’t chew

What is God up to?

I wish I knew what God is up to

I haven’t a clue

Am I on His crew?

Are there many or few?

What is God up to?

All day long what does God do?

Is he buying new shoes?

Is he at school?

Does he strut and stew

About what we do?

What does God do

When he goes to the zoo

Does he say pee-u

At what the monkeys do

What does God do?

Does he do drive-through

Does he like cashews

Does he make fondu

When God sees you

He likes His view

He likes me too

And he tells us too

When you fall, He’s got you

My Butterfly

© Milton Moncivaiz

This poem was written by my brother-n-law Milton Moncivaiz to his wife Margaret.  Milton passed away on February 4, 2016

Once in a while

When breezes pass by

Lady bugs and butterflies

Fly thru the sky

Their charm and their beauty

So wonderfully shone

They sway and they flutter

As the blue sky they roam

Many years ago

A breeze came my way

Sending a butterfly

So beautifully arrayed

Her eyes bright as diamonds

Her wings a work of art

In a single moment

She captured my heart

You are that butterfly

Glowing down in my soul

That passionate fire

That burns like a coal

I’ve something to tell you

You’re one of a few

But there is no other

As wonderful as you

Discipline for a Day

© 2016 by P Michael Biggs

I once had discipline for a day

I was in complete control and never did stray

For a day

I kept undiscipline at bay

For a day

I think it was in May

That I never did stray

It seemed like child’s play

To be disciplined for a day

And then the gray

Broke into my day

And my discipline the gray did slay

All I can say

It’s gone